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| - "You know what Emberstar said, mark every blade of grass!" I pull myself forward, my belly fur brushing the grass. Thorn creeps beside me, his ginger fur a splash in the green grass. He looks at me, and I can tell by the look in his green eyes that he wants to get closer. I nod slightly and we slink closer to the Thunder Path. "Why do we have to do this?" asks a whiny apprentice, "It's soooo hard!" "Hush Pinepaw!" a harsh sounding she-cat meows, "When your leader commands you to do something, you do it!" I shrug, "Emberstar is crafty. Whatever it is it isn't good." Not that I'm bitter or anything.
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| - "You know what Emberstar said, mark every blade of grass!" I pull myself forward, my belly fur brushing the grass. Thorn creeps beside me, his ginger fur a splash in the green grass. He looks at me, and I can tell by the look in his green eyes that he wants to get closer. I nod slightly and we slink closer to the Thunder Path. Silverstar was utterly conflicted about who to send on this mission. It was in ThunderClan territory, so the cats had to be very sneaky and inconspicuous. On the other paw, only Thorn and I were the only ones who could smell (and hear) the ShadowClan cats over the stench and roar of the Thunder Path. So in the end she sent us, even though his ginger pelt and my white one were about as sneaky as badgers. "Why do we have to do this?" asks a whiny apprentice, "It's soooo hard!" "Hush Pinepaw!" a harsh sounding she-cat meows, "When your leader commands you to do something, you do it!" "We have to scare those ThunderClan weaklings," a gruff tom meows, "Before we begin the plan." They move down the border line and I hurriedly motion with my tail for Thorn to back away. We quickly retreat to the shade of the trees, "What do you think their planning?" Thorn asks curiously. I shrug, "Emberstar is crafty. Whatever it is it isn't good." Thorn sigh and mutters, "She reminds me of Drak-" he trails off and I wince. Drakon. She reminds me of Drakon. And she does- with her black fur and terrible orange eyes...not to mention her ruthless leadership. Emberstar has haunted more then one of my dreams since I got here. Drakon- the horrible cat who's probably killed my family by now and has already sent my best friend, Cobweb, to Blood Pond- the place where leader's of Drakon's side of Twoleg Place go to train for their leadership and become monsters. Not that I'm bitter or anything. "Let's go report to Silverstar," I meow. I turn and lead the way back to camp, weaving between the trees, swimming through the river sprinting across the pebbles. Even though when I came here at first I hated it, I've grown to love the forest and river. Things are looking up! Or... at least they were before Emberstar decided to go all crazy.
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